In the past life, flowers bloomed like brocade, but it lasted only a moment. Everything is just a dream. Unwilling, unwilling, so what...
In this life, do you have the ability to change everything?
Despite the mist and mist, I still walked into this grand dream...
There were pitiful sounds on the Meng Po Bridge, and Fu Qinghua didn't want to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup.
Fu Qinghua, do you regret it?
Never regret.
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In the end, I finally drank Meng Po soup.
Dreams seem real and illusory, true and false, false and true.
Only the person in front of me makes me feel a trace of reality.
This time, I no longer want to leave him, no longer want to ruin this life.
When the wind rises and the rain falls, the dream of reunion between you and me will begin again.
Simon, I'm here to see you...
